....on the way back...
Gotta get back here...somehow
Because damnit i dont want ANYthing ever again to happen and it flippin well, does...
I know she will understand
"even if criminally hairdyed, the drains built 100 years ago for when peeps had almost no chemical molecules inside... and these bleedin sunglasses ... hide your up all night rings...
" ok that day in the mizzle...we both Understood... but lass i cannot be bought, even flashin' yer nicks across the stage borderline didnt seperate you from me...
(from a sunny day, not that fabulously poetical September day)
" and you get the stuff...only because you told me twice
the whole story of you and her dad.... stop being naughty, mum-me, that would be
bad.."
Wow so to reconstruct just four hours from 05.55
will Be a test of my memory
thus far untrieed.
But i know she's worth it.... and no dancing impresses me..
